Somebody tell me when I became what I could've been.
Then somebody lie to me and tell me I'm everything.
Because it's been hard you see, to find myself again.
I'm an angry fool.
All of the time I spent, trading lovers for my innocence.
Hey, did I ever trade the truth?
Because it would be a shame you see, if I spent it all worthlessly.
I would be bankrupt from youth.
It's been hard, hard living. Trying to believe.
I remember back in the day we were young our dreams just came our way.
Now ones broken, ones missing and ones blue.
Tell me, because I just want to know.
When did it become a one-man show?
I'm all tangled up and bruised.
It's been hard living trying to believe.
AM I self-destructing?
Are we self-destructing?
Figure it out